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Friday, September 21, 2012

Bobby V. channels Grady Little – the Death Watch Continues

What -- me worry? Nahhhhh

This
morning I went out to grab my morning paper – yes, I still get one
– and noticed a pack of turkeys striding across my neighbor's lawn.
I almost felt compelled to go over and give them directions to Fenway
Park.

I
broke my word last night to not watch another Red Sox game this year,
and turned on NESN for the ninth inning from St. Petersburg. Big
mistake. Andrew Bailey was on the mound, Bobby Valentine was in the
dugout, but I felt like I was watching Grady Little and Pedro
Martinez during Game 7 of the 2003 ALCS.

First some good news -- Jose Iglesias hit his first ML home run.

Matt
Joyce, leading off – single to center. OK, no big deal, still a
three-run lead.

Jeff
Keppinger – line-drive single to center. Damn, that was pretty
well hit. C'mon, Bailey, don't make this a nail-biter. The closer
gets a coaching visit to the mound, presumably to tell him to cut the
crap and throw some strikes so we can fly home.

Luke
Scott – sharp grounder to first. James Loney fields it cleanly
but struggles to get the ball out of his glove and is forced to make
the play at first rather than second. Ugh, another well-hit ball, and
now two runners are in scoring position. But at least there is one
out.

Carlos
Pena is up next, a .199 hitter but a certifiable Red Sox killer who
seems to relish facing the hometown team that let him go before he
found his 40-homer stroke. Bailey has the deer-in-the-headlights look
of Calvin Schiraldi at Shea Stadium, and two relievers start warming
up for Boston.

Line-drive
single to center by Pena – Joyce scores, Keppinger to third. Enough
is enough, Bobby V. Bailey has nothing and everybody knows it. Take
him out now and let's try and end this road trip on a decent note.

Why can't the Red Sox get guys like this?

Shot
to Bobby Valentine in the dugout – smirking but not moving.
Hey, Bobby! Bobby!? Let's get out there already and yank Bailey,
before you have another Daniel Bard on your hands.

Suddenly
it occurs to me – this is just like Grady and Pedro at Yankee
Stadium in '03. It was clear back then that Martinez had nothing by
the eighth inning of Game 7, but Grady left him in to implode and set
the stage for Aaron Boone in the 11th.

Sure,
there were some differences. Little was playing for the World Series,
and Valentine is playing for nothing – not even his job. He
certainly knows that's long gone, whatever he says.

But
haven't these guys been through enough? Don't they deserve to fly
home feeling at least a little good about themselves – after taking
3 of 4 from the Rays and essentially ending their playoff hopes?

If
this was Fenway during the last homestand, this would have been the
moment fans who had opted for free “FIRE BOBBY V” stickers from the Boston
Baseball hawkers on Brookline
Ave. (they far outnumbered the "KEEP BOBBY V” versions inside the park) would
have held them up or collectively crumpled them into balls to throw in the general vicinity of the Red Sox dugout.

The author offers his opinion (sorry, Nancy)

But
in this case, all fans listening and watching across New England can
do is yell at their radios and TVs while Bobby V. stays put and
pinch-runner Rich Thompson takes Pena's spot at first. Next up,
pinch-hitter Stephen Vogt. He's 0-for-11 on the season, 0-for-19 in
his ML career, so maybe Bobby figures that even without his good
stuff Bailey can get him.

Thompson
steals second – putting the tying run in scoring position.

Great,
this will likely rattle Bailey some more.

Stephen
Vogt – walk on a full count, loading the bases.
Look at the bright side; the Sox are still up 4-2, and at least he
didn't get a hit. But Valentine needs to get someone else in there to
keep this thing from going extra innings.

Vogt ponders what to do with that long stick.

Shot
to Bobby V. – a little body movement, but he's still staying put.
Valentine would later tell
reporters he stuck with Bailey because it was the “first
time he was in trouble. Got to give him a chance to get out of it, I
think. Wanted to see what he would do.”

Well,
we already saw what he could do in trouble two batters ago. And one
batter ago. He was just making the trouble worse. Elliot Johnson runs
for Vogt at first, trying to lessen the chance for a double-play and
a scoring chance on a gap-hit. He represents the winning run with one
out.

Desmond
Jennings – who has a single and double in his last two at-bats –
steps in.

Desmond
Jennings – line-drive single to center on the first pitch.
Keppinger and Thompson score, Johnson goes to third, and Jennings
takes second when center-fielder Jacoby Ellsbury bobbles the ball for
an error. Tie game.

Now,
of course, Bobby V. comes out for Bailey and brings in Vicente
Padilla to complete his Grady Redux moment. Google Padilla and the
first three hits you get are “children” “kids” and “shot”
– links that take you to stories about the multiple babies he's
allegedly fathered with different women and the fact he once shot
himself in the leg at a shooting range, lost 1.5 liters of blood, and
initially lied about it to save his career.

Hmm...this explains everything.

Oh
yeah, he also has a 4.60 ERA as he takes the mound and B.J. Upton
comes up.

By
now I figure this can only end one of two ways: either Upton will hit
his 24h homer for a 7-4 victory, or he'll rope a liner to left, Carl
Crawford will jump from the stands to take Scott Podsednick's place,
and trap the ball as Johnson races home for a 5-4 win.

This
is probably when the turkeys started assembling on my street. It's
about a six-mile walk to Fenway, but if they hurry they should make
it in plenty of time for tonight's 7:10 start against the red-hot
Orioles.

Jon
Lester gets the start for Boston and is 14-0 lifetime against the
Birds, but this is 2012 and the Orioles appear to be a team of
destiny playing for their first postseason appearance since the
Clinton administration.